The old man with white beard held an iron mace in his right hand, and his mace was full of teeth, which was a weapon that locked the enemy's outer gate. He saw that the storm was slashing alone, but the old man's ghost-headed sword had not yet stopped. If he just stepped forward to parry, he would have been attacked from the front and back.

He valued himself and was unwilling to use two to one. He immediately floated away and gave him a move.

But I know that the storm is a vicious and aggressive nature. The more the fight becomes lively, the more satisfying it becomes. As for who wins and who loses, I don’t care about it, and the rules of fighting are never followed.

The old man with white beard flew away, and everyone knew that he was willing to give in. However, he ignored the etiquette in the martial arts world. Seeing that there was a gap, he cut four times in a row, all of which were tricks, and it was like a wind, and it was extremely fast.

The old man with white beard didn't expect that he would take the opportunity to attack him. It was really unreasonable. He hurriedly waved his mace to fight back and took four steps to stabilize his body.

At this time, his vest leaned against an apricot tree and had no choice but to retreat. He crossed the iron mace and shot out a mace. This was one of his trump cards to turn defense into attack.

But the storm shouted badly.

"Try another one."

He retreated without rushing, and danced into a circle with one sword, and slashed at the fourth elder of the four elders of the Beggars' Sect.

When the White-bearded Elder hit the mace, the enemy had retreated far away, and he was so angry that he blew his breath and raised his white-beard.

The fourth elder had two arms very long, and he was holding a soft weapon in his left hand. When Fengboye attacked, he lifted his left arm and shook his weapon. It turned out to be a sack filled with rice. The sack was blown by the wind, and the hole was opened, and it was covered with wind.

The storm was frightened and happy, and shouted.

"Miaoji, Miaoji, I'll fight you!"

His favorite thing in his life is fighting. If his opponent has strange martial arts or strange weapons, he will be even more heart-blooded, just like a person who likes to visit sees strange mountains and rivers, and a person who pays attention to food can taste novel and delicious food.

Seeing that the other party used a thick burlap bag as a weapon, he had never fought with such weapons, and he had never heard of it. In addition to being happy, he became more cautious and cautious and poked it with the tip of the knife to try whether he could cut the burlap bag with a knife.

The old man with long arms shook his bag and handed his right hand, turned his left arm and fisted him to hit him in front of him.

Feng Boye raised his head and avoided him, just as he was about to turn his sword to lift his vagina, but he didn't know that the old man with long arms had mastered the skill of "Tong'an Fist". This punch seemed to have exhausted its strength, but when the strength was exhausted, a new force was born, and his fist stretched forward half a foot.

Fortunately, the storm was fighting all his life. He had experienced thousands of battles and had great experience in adapting to the situation. He did not think about it in this world. He took the time to open his mouth and bit it down on his fist.

The old man with long arms made a punch that could knock down his teeth a few times. However, he got his fist to his mouth. He bit his white teeth and hurriedly shrank his hand, one step later. He screamed with a "ah" and he bit his fingertips and bleeding. Some of the onlookers cursed, while others laughed.

It is different to a serious way.

"Brother Feng, your move "Lu Dongbin bites the dog" is well-known. It has indeed reached a state of superb cultivation. It is worth vain that you have been practicing hard for ten years of cold and heat. You have killed 1,800 white dogs, black dogs, and flower dogs. Only then can you have the cultivation level of today."

Wang Yuyan, Azhu, Abi, Mu Wanqing, and Zhong Ling all laughed.

Zhou Xuan shook his head helplessly as he looked at Bao Bian and Fengbo.

If someone else is to be the leader of the Beggars' Sect, they probably can't even breathe.
Chapter completed!